holocaust

brave, bold jewishh, young

limericks

Beautiful SoupBEAUTIFUL Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!Beau--ootiful Soo-oop! Beau--ootiful Soo-oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup!

Mother to Son

The poem is about a mother telling her son that life hadnt been easy. Life is a struggle but no matter what keeps going. She doesnt what him to settle and take a harder path she wants to keep going no matter what. life for me aint been no crystal stair.

to what would you compare the morning?why?

I would compare the morning to a book, because is like a new chapter everyday. Everyday something unexpected happens. Its like an adventure.

how do i feel about poetry

poetry scares me they say it subtly, using big words so i gotta get my dictionary. i know i can read it, maybe i can feel it, but i dont know is whether or not i get it. i dont like poetry. if someone wrote a poem for me, i'd fell obligated to say it was "good" without rearry meaning it. i admit i'm not into poetry too much, just words, not actions.